a poet.

"Winkle," a corresponding member also; and a something of a sportsman.

"Job Trotter," thin plant o' ooman natur; something between a servant and
a friend to Jingle; a kind of perambulating hydraulic.

"Joe," a fat boy, addicted to cold pudding and snoring.

"Miss Rachel Wardle," in love with Jingle or anybody else that will have
her.

"Emily" was appropriately represented in such a Theatre, by Miss Garrick.

The scenes are laid at first at the Red Lion, Colchester, close by which
is Manor Farm, where a ball is given, and, of course, "the Pickwickian
Quadrilles!" are danced "as performed at the Nobility's Balls." (I have
these quadrilles, with Mr. Pickwick, on the title.) Then comes the White
Hart, and "How they make sausages!" displayed in large type. The scene
is then shifted to the Angel, at Bury, and the double-bedded room with
its "horrible dilemma," and

"SCENE OF NIGHT CAPS!"

It will be noticed that there is nothing of the Great White Horse in the
very town. The reason was that the proprietor was disgusted by the
unflattering account given of his Inn and must have objected. It winds
up with the Fleet scenes, where Mr. Weller, senr.,

"ARRESTS HIS OWN OFFSPRING."

That this notion of the Great White Horse being sulky and hostile is the
true one is patent from another bill, December 10, 1843, some four years
later, when the proprietor allowed his Inn to be introduced. The piece
was called--

"BOOTS AT THE WHITE HORSE."

"Now acting in London with extraordinary success." This was, of course,
our old friend "Boots at the Swan," which Frank Robson, later, made his
own. As Boz had nothing to do with it, there could be no objection.
Barnaby Rudge, however, was the piece of resistance. On another
occasion, January, 1840, came Mr. J. Russell, with his vocal
entertainment, "Russell's Recollections" and "A Portrait from the
Pickwick Gallery." "Have you seen him? Alphabetical Distinctions. A
sample of MISTER SAM WELLER'S Descriptive Powers."

Some adaptation or other of Dickens seems to have been always the
standing dish. The old Ipswich Theatre is certainly an interesting one,
and Garrick and Boz are names to conjure with.

VI.--Who was Pott?

There have been abundant speculations as to the originals of the
Pickwickian characters--some Utopian enough, but I do not think that any
have been offered in the case of Mr. Pott, the redoubtable editor of the
_Eatanswill Gazette_. I a